The icy chains cut into Emily’s wrists, drawing blood that blurred her vision. She was being led to the execution ground, each step plunging deeper into despair. 【This female supporting character is getting too much screen time; she should’ve died long ago.】 【Seriously, if Ryan wasn’t deliberately made clueless by the author, he’d have already seen her working with the Moon Clan.】 【Just wait. The General—who saved the Emperor—will personally execute her for Sarah and the Empire’s honor.】 Suddenly, Emily lifted her head, locking eyes with Ryan, her husband, who was walking past her with Sarah in his arms. Their eyes met briefly—his gaze, once tender, now cold with fury and impatience. He seemed to whisper, “I’ll save you,” but it was distant, like a voice from another world. “I won’t wait anymore,” Emily silently vowed—not just for Ryan, but for herself, for the fool she once was. Her heart finally froze. *** The prison’s chill was nothing compared to the emptiness in her heart. Facing her aunt, she dropped all pretense. “Aunt, I no longer wish to return to the General’s Residence,” she said softly but firmly. “Ryan saved the Emperor; punishing him will only cause trouble. I only ask for a divorce decree.” Her aunt squeezed her hand, eyes glistening. “My poor child…” Emily shook her head. “Please don’t tell Ryan I’ve left until the decree is final.” She met her aunt’s gaze steadily. “I don’t wish to be tied to him at all—no threads, not even a trace.” From now on, she would vanish from Ryan’s world like smoke—leaving nothing behind. *** At the General’s Residence, a brazier glowed, but Ryan felt no warmth. Sarah clung to him, frail and coughing. “General, Lady Emily is forbidden from visitors due to ‘high treason,’” a subordinate reported. “High treason?!” Ryan roared, crushing the teacup in his hand. “She brought this on herself! She conspired with the Moon Clan, ruined my reputation, implicated Sarah! Her miscarriage is her just deserts!” He inhaled sharply, suppressing his rage. He ordered Emily’s favorite sweets sent, along with a cold letter: “My focus must remain on the greater good; I cannot attend to you now. I trust you will understand and avoid further incidents.” Ryan stared at the letter, certain Emily would wait for him—as always. *** Sarah recovered faster than expected. A cruel smile curled her lips, her eyes gleaming with malice. “Emily…” she hissed, nails digging into her palm. “This time, see if you can recover from this!” *** Emily remained calm, heart still as water. By candlelight, she carefully wrote the divorce agreement, stroke by deliberate stroke. Once done, she calmly pressed her fingerprint. After this, they would be completely unlinked. Her future stretched before her—unknown, but unburdened. No fear, no sorrow—only a newfound freedom. 【Congrats, Emily, on ditching the scumbag and starting fresh!】 【*This* is how a female lead should be! Who needs to be a General’s wife anyway?】 【Heads up—the real sugar daddy is coming soon!】 Emily didn’t see the floating text. She simply rose, folded the agreement, and hid it close to her body. She knew now—she would write her own story, no longer anyone’s tragic side character. When Wen Xinyue was pregnant, her husband, General Huo Ming, wrongly believed a lie from his childhood sweetheart, Qu Siying, and sent a Di war criminal to assault her, leading to her death. Reborn on the day the Di tribe stormed the palace, Wen Xinyue vows to change her fate and seek revenge.